Truth and Love

Within Your Sacred Heart are truth and love;
Together hand-in-hand they’ll always be.
Inseparably they’re knit by Spirit’s dove,
Seen only by the hearts that You set free.

In truth and love Your mercy always dwells–
Means freedom for our hearts that You will give,
As slavery to the Devil hears death’s knell,
For sin where Your heart is will never live. 

Then we are free to give to You ourselves,
Surrender to You all we are and do,
And You give what we need to serve You well,
As what is old becomes forever new.

Our lowly hearts from You will understand
Your truth and love joined in eternal band.  

Our Source of Light

What is the source of light that all us blinds
With radiant beams from upward lifted arms?
Draws from within the sin creation harmed
And opens to new truth our tangled minds
To see through Spirit’s eyes our past unwind—
From weapons of our pride we are disarmed—
Replaced by love turned toward the light makes warm
Each Image that His Sacred Heart unbinds?

It is the Cross whose beams support His hands,
Bless all with death’s defeat by Father’s Son
Incarnate in our human flesh redeemed,
Casts rainbow’s light across our eastern land
As victory on new Sinai’s Mount is won:
Once more creation’s bathed in glory’s gleam. 

The Face of God

At last God shows His face to us
In Jesus who is lifted high
And looks upon our earthly dust
As to our suffering He draws nigh.

Then through His suffering face we see
The truth with Him He always brings
That with Him in His grave we’ll be
And rise with Him in Eden’s spring.

For Eden’s long, dark winter’s past
As light of dawn reveals a gate,
And we know exile here won’t last;
We have been freed from Devil’s hate.

Now perfect love will hate cast out
As hate is crucified and dies
And sin in us within, without,
Can now in His grave with Him lie.

Arising with Him we can go
Through gate to Eden now made new
As we within its truth will know
And we can Jesus’ glory view. 

Unfading Beauty

Invade us, Lord, come deep within
And crucify our sinful will;
With sword, Your Cross, come slay our sin,
Then in us with Your Spirit fill.

When will is slain our fear is gone,
And we become a creature new,
For we know now we’re not alone
As we are with Yourself imbued.

Now we can look at world You made
And see what we’ve not seen before:
The beauty deep that never fades
With life comes down through heaven’s door.

But one thing we will never see
In new creation from Your hand:
It’s pride that here can never be
When world is made as Your new land.       

May I Be Your Bow

Lord, let me be a bow on which You count,
That arrows shot by You with me fly true
So truth through me will not bring any doubt
That what You say through me comes straight from You.

May I submit each day to cleansing breath
That Father breathes through You to make me pure,
So arrows shot with me will bring Your death
On Cross which is for sin Your only cure.

And then, I pray, aim true with Your new life
To bring to every heart You penetrate–
Will show to all that You are their true light
That comes from heav’n to save us from sin’s fate.

May I rejoice as You wax clean my string
That arrows shot from me will of You sing. 

Creation All His Own

He rises and creation upward moves
To heaven, drawn by Him who conquered death
With heart so perfect, filled with Father’s love
As two breathe in and out the Spirit’s breath.

To water of the earth comes Holy Wind
And sanctifies all water with His Blood
To wash away all taint of Adam’s sin,
Prepare us to receive His Holy Food.

We eat and drink and life in Him we taste,
And we for life eternal are made new,
Then look and see all Eden cleansed of waste,
As all creation is from heaven viewed.

We look and see above the Kingly Throne
Of Him who stooped to make us all His own. 

His Wind Blows Through My Soul

What is this Wind that courses through my soul
To pull me out and make me see the real
And put me in my place within the whole,
Recapture my heart Satan tried to steal?

He is the Holy Spirit breathed through Son
From Father, comes to cleanse me deep within
With fire to burn what Satan had begun
And cast in hell the Devil with my sin.

His wind pulls me in Holy Water deep
To wash my soul and cleanse me for His own
And lets me know that I am His to keep–
Will blossom new from seed that He has sown.

His wind and fire and water all cleanse me,
And I become who He wants me to be. 

 Humility of the Little Flower

   On the Occasion of St. Therese’s Feast Day, October 1st

Humility in love is you,
A Little Flower; for Him blooms
As in you His love we can view–
His light that penetrates our gloom.

Oh, what relief He brings to us
As we’re released from tyranny
Of self, when we in Jesus trust
And from our sin we are set free.

In Body, Blood to us He comes–
Our flowers watered with His life–
That we our new selves will become
And bring to world His heaven’s light.

Each one of us can take our place
On earth–becomes a garden fair–
To bloom as we’re wrapped in His grace,
No longer in the Devil’s snare.

Then when on earth our days are done,
We will join you with Him above;
Each flower has by Him been won:
We’ll cast to earth His risen love.

Freed from Sin

Inside I’m like a shattered potter’s jar;
Undone am I who God our Father made.
My worthless pieces should be cast afar,
Fit only to be scattered in sin’s grave.

But then I see a light invade my night
And in it see a nail-pierced human hand
Pick up my pieces and wash off my blight–
Again put me together as a man.

But man I see is new, is not old me,
With pieces sealed together by His Blood;
Now I am one He meant for me to be
In new creation born in Noah’s flood.

All earth has been by His own bleeding cleansed
And rises new from flood as it abates,
For He has freed us and all earth from sin
To make earth fit to be His heaven’s gate.

New heaven and new earth for us appear
With gate of earth to heaven opened wide
As earth no longer governed by her fears–
Gives heaven welcome to with her abide. 

 Living Water

The desert of our sin is thirsty land
That longs for living water from Your well
Whose bucket will arise, drawn by Your hand–
Becomes a spring to water all in Adam fell.

May we then grow a crop of righteousness
That blooms with beauty in the coming dawn
And always keeps it’s roots in faithfulness
So we forever know to You we now belong. 

Then grant us wisdom that we know Your mind
So You can water through us all the world
That Your spring water can each person find
To show each one of us that each is priceless pearl.